Six;

Play H-O-R-S-E.

I hate playing basketball. So take one guess at who put this in the date jar.



Me. Baahahahahaha

I'm tricky. I hate playing basketball but I loved playing horse when I was a child. We have a park right across the street and a basketball hoop right in that park. Perfect.


My parents used to take me kicking and screaming to basketball camp where I refused to learn anything or even try. Thus, basketball has become a sort of mix between ice skating and volleyball because THOSE are the things I'm good at. My hands in perfect AND beautiful formation? Ice skating. My lay-up? Volleyball approach. Perfectly pointed toes mid jump? Ice skating. Mostly, it's Evan laughing at me and me making a ridiculous fool out of myself and losing two horse games in a row. (yes, even when I had horse and Evan had pig. That was the game I did not make a single shot.)

But it was fun. And relationship building. For me to step out of my comfort zone (and that wasn't so much of a step as it was a LEAP) and to do something my husband loves to do. And not care too much about how my arms don't exactly go up as much as they go straight out. I never did get why my shots were air balls........

And it was fun. But only because Evan NEVER laughed at me. Only encouraged me and taught me how to flick my wrist for the perfect spin.

It was fun. I kinda think it might become our thing.